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dark wings... they beat quietly. i fly... i move silently. i keep to the night; you never see me in the light. those souls condemned i reap; those souls condemned i keep. hell hath fury; let that be me. the dark air of night, never felt in bright light, keeps me high - until i let myself fall from the sky for those souls to take, for those souls that are mine to take hell hath fury; let that be me.

don't ask me how, but it does remind me of ... this place.

whatever... lol. :)

every time i hear this song, i wanna cry

i love this song. it is kinda sad.

this is actually kinda sad. :/

I actually have a couple of songs for this one....

PARTY! lol. :)

i know some people might like this song, but every time i hear this on the radio, i need to change the station.

I realize that this song is kinda old, but it's still way up there. :)

Doing a 30 Song Challenge. Choose a different song every day based on the 30 day challenge thing... :/ well, after this post, I'm gonna start it. :)

i am alone. in this dark meadwow, i finally grasp the fact that nobody will save me. i only have myself. the danger still unclear, i stand in the middle of the meadow, with the silver moonlight falling down on me. i finally close my eyes and lift my face towards the moon, my arms now up at shoulder level, my full wingspan open. i feel nothing as i fall, the danger finally catching up to me... and i willingly let it take over.

what i remember is something completely different than how i lived throught it. the years between then and now and what i have done have changed how i see it. maybe because i am a different person now is changing how i feel about it. but i want to know whether you think about me like i think of you. because the one thing that has not changed is that one fact... that i think about you every now and again...

Sweetheart, I am so sorry. I wish I were back home with you. Do you want to know what I remember most from this summer? How amazingly and intensily happy you were. Your friends seem to be those who make you happy. And maybe I wasn't completely aware, but it was almost like... you were having fun! Even though I don't finish until Christmas next year, you seemlike you can handle it now. Or maybe it's because I get out at Christmas. But anyways, you are incredibly beautiful and strong. Did you know that? That is what amazes me every time I see you. It is what gives me hope about getting through this. Sweetheart, I have a surprise for you when I come home on my next leave. I can't tell you what it is. But I think that you will love it. No, I know it. But I have to go. I will write when I have another moment. I love you with all my heart.

i can't help but feel like i am missing something... like maybe i forgot to lock my front door before i left or forgot to close the window in the back room. but i can't be sure until i get back. maybe i am putting thoughts in my own head. but i'm not sure. i drive home down the long road in the night, hoping that maybe everything is safe in my little house. pulling up in the driveway, i see everything untouched, nothing out of the ordinary. as i walk to the front door, i hope that i did remember to lock it. i slide the key into the lock and turn it... the thunk of the lock tells me that i did. i walk through the house, turning on lights as i go. in the back room, the large picture window had been left wide open, though the screen is locked. only i can't remember if i had locked it before i left. i hear a noise from somewhere in the house. i had not made it and i don't think that the house can make that kind of noise by itself. but i ignore it and turn on my tv, keep...

can i ever be the true me when a part of me is lost to someone else? why do i have to ask myself why i did not do what i wanted to? when can i finally tell him what i've held inside me for so long what i have wanted to say all along? i don't know what to do now but to deal with what i hold until i am old. but maybe i can let it out and figure out how to say what i need to say and finally let him know how i feel about him now.

time passes... whether you want it to or not. in the middle of the night, when you feel like you've been staring at the clock for three hours when it's only been one... when one minute you look at the clock, and you look back when you only think ten minutes pass, when it has been two hours... time marches on, for the strong and week, rich and poor, everyone alike. we soldier on, hoping that maybe, just for a moment, that moment could last forever.

Summer... I always feel like you are elusive. You are the best part of my life. But when I finally enjoy you, you seem to want to ruin it, so you leave. Summer... some of my very best memories happen when you are here. I have the most enjoyable time. so when you do leave, I have something to miss. Summer... I do meet some amazing people to share my memories with and to spend time with. They lift me up, make me happy, but when you leave, I miss them terribly. Summer, I do wish you would stay longer, but for some reason, you feel the need to end. Why do you feel the need to end the best time of my life?